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About Charleroi

So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

The history of brothels

Then ya got the park, De Oase. It's my fave spot when I need a breather. I sit under this ancient oak, ya kno, and let my thoughts drift—like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “You must be brave in this insane world”, kinda remindin me of my daily grind. And oh, the river! It’s called Kleine Beek, a sneaky little stream that sort of whispers in the early morn – totally magical, right?

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